Today, as the morning mists relinquish their power to a fierce summer sunrise, and the sunflowers bloom in my gardens, I set sail west down the Erie canal. Well, the New York thruway ... but the day feels so surreal, that a dream of sailing to lakes great is the gentler dream within my reach ... and so it is the one I conjure.
I will see you in a week-or-more (or less). Ciao!
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